airport thoughts

my flight is two hours out and im not sure what to write about.

the soul-excavating lyrics of Bethel’s album “We Will Not Be Shaken” continues coursing steadily through my veins. my feet are going numb in a pair of mint green flip flops. and I’m kinda sick of the Dallas airport.

last night I missed my connecting flight and surprisingly, did not throw that big of a temper tantrum with God. while we were still up in the air, seeing everything from a much higher point of view, God made me think: if Christ came back right now, would you missing your flight really matter? the answer is almost laughable: of course not! it really is not that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things.

sometimes God uses these schedule-shakers to remind us to spend with, and focus on, Him. like a friend said to me the other day “imagine that God is waking you up at night because you haven’t spent time with Him all day and this is the only way you’ll listen to Him!” oops. isn’t that the case for so many of us?

<<who can compare to You? who moves my heart the way You do?>>
-bethel worship, who can compare to you